Chapter 9//This Isn't The First Time A Police Officer Has Knocked On That Door
"I didn't know you had the guts to ditch school." Kimber sneers, her paparazzi behind her laughs.
"Don't forget running away from home." Trace says. You're not helping. I like sober Trace better.
"Livia call them," Kimber says to the ginger-haired girl, giving Livia her phone. Of course, she has my parents number. Keith nudges me I turn to him. Bryce and Jace were they? This all felt different.
I felt different knowing that they were here to back me up. Kimber sees them, "So these are the people that have been helping hide you." Bryce's face falls, "Don't worry Brycie I won't tell them about you, just the nerd whore."
"You're not calling her parents Kimber, she's fine with us,"Jace says.
"It wasn't an option, come on Livia!" She says.
"They won't pick up." I sigh in relief, "Wait they are." Maybe my sigh was too early.
Sam, Kimber's boyfriend grabs my arm and I struggle to push away, "Let go of my, asshole." I kick him in the shine causing him to let go. At this point, Jace has grabbed Sam's throat and pushing him against the wall.
Trace pushes me behind him. I hear Kimber scream and run in the opposite direction while the other girls follow her.
I watch as Sam's friend come to back him up. One of them punches Keith in the stomach but luckily he doesn't fall. Keith grabs the guys arm pulls him closer to elbow him in the face. Sam's friend stumbles onto the ground clutching his bleeding nose.
Trace is currently in a deep conversation with what looks like one another one of Sam's friends. What the f*ck. Does he not see what's going on here.
Bryce grabs the cup in my hand and splashes one of the guys in a letterman jacket. He knees him in the stomach and crumbles to the floor.
I don't have words to describe what just happened. Bryce dusts his hands on his black jeans and looks at me, his lip is split and bleeding. My eyes wide as I look at the damage that was caused because of me.
Three guys on the floor. Sam's slumped over leaning on the wall. All of the guys...except for Trace who is still talking with one of the guys have bruised knuckles. "We should go," Jace says.
"Wait, just one more thing." He kicks the guy on the floor near his feet, "That's for punching me in the stomach."
Trace looks at us, "What'd I miss?"
Bryce just shakes his head, "I don't think we should stay now that Livia's talking to your parents." We walk outside of the house. Trace calls John, Steve was pulling up by the time John had gotten here. Once we get into the limo I decide to break the uncomfortable silence.
I nod slowly my heart still racing, "I'm sorry for ruining the party."
"Ruining it?" Jace asks, "You didn't ruin it for us. We always get in fights at parties. It's basically the only reason why we go. We should be sorry for bringing you here in the first place."
The guys nod, "I got a new name idea!" Keith says.
"Just drop it," Bryce groans.
"This is the last one-" he gets cut off by Trace falling in the seat and onto the floor. He starts making floor angles.
We ignore him, that's when my phone vibrates. I take it out:
>>>Bryce&Ashley<<<
>Bryce
>>Ur friends with Hannah right?
I look at him remembering what Keith had said.
>>>Bryce&Ashley<<<
>Bryce
>>This is a private convo I don't want the others to hear.😐
>>>Bryce&Ashley<<<
>Ash-Tree NelSON
>>K, but I already know about Hannah. Keith saw you at the party and told me.
>>>Bryce&Ashley<<<
>Bryce
>>WHAT⁉️
I look at him and nod.
>>>Bryce&Ashley<<<
>Ashley
>>Ashley added Keith to Conversation
>>>Bryce&Ashley&Keith<<<
>Keith
>>So what are we talking about
I look over at Trace who is still on the floor and Jace who is trying to get him to stand up.
>>>Bryce&Ashley<<<
>Ash-Tree NelSON
>>Hannah 😙 Bryce
>>>Bryce&Ashley<<<
>Bryce
>>🙄
>>>Bryce&Ashley<<<
>Keith
>>Ooh is there Drama involved🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼
>>>Bryce&Ashley<<<
>Bryce
>>CAN I PLZ TALK
>>>Bryce&Ashley<<<
>Keith
>>Sure man
All three of our heads shoot up when we see police sirens coming from behind us. The driver's window opens. John looks at us, "Should we pull over?"
"No just speed up and take the shortest way back to the house," Jace says.
"Thank you." Trace finally gets off the floor.
A few minutes later we lose the police and pull up to the house. Steve opens father door in the garage instead of outside. "Bryce, sorry for asking but why were there police following us?"
"We'll handle it, Steve," Bryce responds.
As we walk back into the house my heart starts racing. If the police catch me and I get back home what will halogen to the rest of my life. My parents are definitely going to kill me, but what after that? I'm missing my soccer game right now anyway.
I sulk into the kitchen where Bryce is making something on the stove...wearing an apron. "I'm hungry."
"Ashley, I've never seen a girl eat as much as you," he says. I look at him offended. I eat the same amount that I boy does. I don't care about my wait like other girls do. Yes, I get bullied because of that but so what?
It's a small price to pay for the luxury of pizza...Oh and ice cream! "So I guess I'm not a girl."
"Well not like most."
He turns back to the stove when we hear pounding on the door. My eyes widen, "Open the door!" We hear the voice say followed by more knocking.
"Go into your room right now and lock the door, I'll text you when they're gone," Bryce says quickly turning off the knobs of the stove.
"What about you?" I panic.
"This isn't the first time a police officer has knocked on that door," Bryce says calmly taking off his apron. He tosses it on the kitchen counter, he takes a cookie off a plate and puts it in a napkin. "They'll believe your innocent once you give them a cookie, it works every time." He sees my panicked eyes, "Trust me."
I slowly nod and walk out of the kitchen followed by Bryce. As I pass the corridor that leads to the door I see Keith and Jace go over to the door. Trace is still out cold on his bed, he threw up a few times.
I go up to my room and shut the door behind me, I owe them a lot more than they owe me.
🕶 BRYCE'S POV 🕶
"Open this door!" The voice yells again, I look at Jace and Keith.
"On three," I clarify with them. They nod, 1..2...3. We all take a deep breath, "Hello officers." We all say calmly and casually. There are two police officers, one of them is about 5 foot 2. The other is easily seven feet. What a great pair.
They show us their badges, "We have traced your limo back to this house, and for involving a police chase you will be-"
"I'm sorry sir," I say. "Would you like a cookie," I ask the small one that was talking.
He stutters, "U-Um well sure, thank you." He takes the cookie breaks it in half and gives the other half to the taller one. They take a bite, "Well I guess our work is done here, have pleasant evening boys."
Jace shuts the door, "Amateurs." A few seconds later we hear another knock on the door. Keith opens it.
The larger police officer stands in the entryway, "You thought we'd let you get away?" He says.
"What-no!" Keith screams.
"Without a thank you?" He says.
Jace laughs nervously, "The pleasures are all ours." He quickly puts his hand to shut the door but the police put his foot in between the wall and the door so it won't close.
"You guys are acting nervous as if you're hiding something."
"What?" I say nervously, "Only or cookie recipe."
"Well, I'd be glad to learn it," Well he won't be leaving easily, just hang on tight Ashley. We'll handle this for you
📓 ASHLEY'S POV 📓
A few minutes later there is a knock on the door, "It's Trace." I open it to see a very pale sticky looking Trace. His hair is all meat up and he's slouching.
"Are you okay?" I ask slowly.
"Yeah, just a huge hangover." I nod, I feel bad that I don't know what kind of pain he's going through, never have I once been drunk, nor have I ever had a hangover.
"So why are you here?" That sounded a bit harsh.
"I just wanted to talk."
I nod, "Come in."
"I'm really sorry Ashley, I can't get what you said about you and Kimber out of my head. I thought that...well I don't know what it's like to lose a friend. I should have stopped the rumor. Aaannd..." Trace struggles to say something else.
Before I know it there is only a few millimeters between our faces, I feel his breath on mine, his nose is touching mine. Omg is going to kiss me. Calm down Ashley, this definitely isn't your first kiss. Is it? It is. OMG Ashley do you want this? Your self-conscious is freaking out here! He quickly gets up, "I'm just really sorry."
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